The human child

With a daughter on the beach. Heat, drowsy. It's all a game hunting, and my dad sprawled - and in any. Finally I got. He looked around, I see a mother with a child nearby. I told my daughter:
 - Look, go and play!
 - With whom?
 - Yes, that's a number, you see the child?
 - What child?
 - Man - I say - with the hands, feet, head ...
 - And pisey! - Cheerfully picks up daughter.


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